Noah quickly turned his head to the other side, desperate to hide the sudden welling of tears from Adam's sharp eyes.
He stood up from the bed, his movements jerky and stiff, and began the long walk toward the exit of the room.
Every step felt as though his legs were made of heavy lead, and despite his best efforts to suppress his emotions, the tears continued to spill over, tracking hot paths down his cheeks.
Adam sat perfectly still on the bed, watching Noah's retreating back.
He could feel the heavy, gloomy atmosphere radiating from the younger man, a palpable sense of sorrow that seemed to fill the space between them.
For a brief second, Adam felt a surge of guilt.
He wanted to call out Noah's name, to reach out and tell him not to feel so bad. He wanted to explain that he wasn't truly angry, but he stopped himself. He couldn't call Noah back and lie to his face, because the truth was that he was angry.
